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If you're still willing to take story ideas, I got one! Ra's and Talia are up to no good again and try to create a new heir with some leftover DNA of Bruce's. Only they don't have enough to make a male heir. Little Marinette does her best to please them during her years with them but things changed when the League base she's in is attacked and she's found by her other family, aka the batfam. "I'm gonna be Pixie's fav! Bet." "She's of my blood Todd! I am." is said once home

Stab or be Stabbed

I’m SO sorry this took so long! This has literally been sitting half completed in my doc for nearly a year now. I finally revisited it, and I then needed to make lots of changes because I didn’t like it anymore. But here it is, so please enjoy!

If you're still willing to take story ideas, I got one! Ra's and Talia are up to no good again and try to create a new heir with some leftover DNA of Bruce's. Only they don't have enough to make a male heir. Little Marinette does her best to please them during her years with them but things changed when the League base she's in is attacked and she's found by her other family, aka the batfam. "I'm gonna be Pixie's fav! Bet." "She's of my blood Todd! I am." is said once home

Damian had failed, he was flawed and easily swayed. They needed to restart, they needed a new heir that would not and could not be so easily turned against them. They still had some of Batman’s genetic material, but it wasn’t enough for a male heir. Instead, they got a female heir with Bruce’s hair and eyes while she had Talia’s bone structure and facial features. Ra’s was very disappointed when he found out, but he would make sure that she would be the perfect heir for The League of Assassins. In the end, her gender did not matter, only the greater purpose she would serve.

Marinette was forced to train more and harder than Damian ever had. Not that she knew who Damian was, in fact she didn’t even know that Talia was her mother. She was raised by her weapons master Sabine Cheng; which meant that she always had to be on guard in case a stray knife tried to find its way into her gut or head. It could have been worse though, it could have been poison master Omar. She shivered at the thought; none of his students had lasted more than three months before they either died or deemed worthy enough to continue on their training.

Marinette was moved around a lot between Nanda Parabat, Lazarus Island, and Infinity Island. She was trained in the coldest parts of the mountains, the hottest parts of the islands, she was even trained under the water. She was trained barefoot, in heavy armor, in loose clothing, Talia made her learn to fight in dresses, and sometimes she was even forced to train fully naked; she hated that training most of all. She was trained with every weapon imaginable: guns, swords, canes, throwing knives and needles, bladed fans, hand to hand, bo staff, etc. The training that she hated the most was that of heightening her pain tolerance, but Talia and Master Cheng said it was of utmost importance that she go through it. Afterall, she would need to learn how to stay silent no matter the cost if she was ever taken by someone with ulterior motives.

Marinette had many scars depicting her battles and failures, and it wasn’t until she was 8 that her true test came. She had been transported to Infinity Island to undergo her annual desert/jungle survival training where currently, she was hidden under the dark canopy of the rainforest as her training started as soon as she stepped off the boat. Suddenly, she saw people fall out of the sky from something invisible which triggered the scheming part of her mind. Marinette had hidden weapons all around the jungle in case her masters sent assassins to try and track her again. It looks like she would now be using those weapons to defend her island as a whole rather than purely herself!

Quietly she crept around and watched as the people in dark suites with strange symbols stared at each other, communicating without saying a word. There were 5 people: a blonde girl with long blonde hair in a ponytail carrying a bow and a quiver of arrows strapped to her back. A dark skinned man markings swirled around his arms. A tall muscular black-haired man with a dark t-shirt with a bright red ‘S’ in a red triangle in the center. A green skinned alien with fiery red hair (she’d need to be extra weary of her). Finally a muscular yet lean man with a completely black suit with a dark blue bird centered on his sternum that spread out behind the back of his suit. The last man set alarm bells ringing through her mind. Mistress Talia had warned her about him. She had ordered her to stay as far away from him, and a few others similar to him, as possible at all times. She was told that he would kill her if he ever caught sight of her, that he wouldn’t rest until he had caught her, and she could under no circumstances fall into death’s hands.

She made slow steady steps back, she would have to tell her headmaster that invaders were on the island. She made sure her steps were light and that her path was clear so she would not step on anything that would give her away. But she always kept her sights on the people, and when she had to look back for just a second because she heard a rustle in the trees, they were all gone.

Marinette cursed silently as quickened her steps as she ran towards the sanctuary. She had to warn the base leaders! If she didn’t get there in time and they found out she knew, they would send her back to the basement. She hated the basement! It was dark and the screams echoed everywhere, and someone in the dark always hurt her and she never knew who! She could still feel the sharp bite of a blade digging into her skin or the flames that bit her feet, and if she cried it would become so much worse! Master Cheng said she had it easy, she said that other people would do worse to her if things were different, even if she didn’t know what that meant. All the kids she saw on missions, they were just better at hiding their pain, and wasn’t that humiliating?! Random children who were never trained by anyone were better at hiding their pain than her. And despite the pain they must have all been in they were still so happy! She was pathetic, but she would be better, she had to be!

As she ran something, or rather someone, dropped in front of her in a stance that showed they were ready for a fight. Marinette glared and gripped at the dagger she had unburied from a nearby bush when she had first seen the people drop from the sky. It was the man that Mistress Talia warned her about, the man that was going to kill her if he ever laid eyes on her! But maybe she could kill him before he killed her. Yes, that’s exactly what she would do! She would defeat him and show Mistress how strong she is and that she is a worthy opponent.

The man’s body seemed to freeze for a second, and that was the only weakness she needed as she launched into her attack. The man recovered from his shock and quickly dodged her strike. His face was covered in a deep frown, and she couldn't help but wonder what his eyes looked like as they were covered by a black white-lensed mask. Did they look at her with fury, hunger, disgust, malice? He seemed… hesitant, which confused her as it didn’t make sense with how Mistress Talia had described him. It didn’t matter though, because that would just make this victory so much easier to obtain. She let the wind help guide her movements so that she would be able to gain more velocity at an accelerated pace as she gracefully let her body fall into the motions of battle like she had been trained to. He seemed to move just as swiftly as her though, always just avoiding her, and that’s when it hit! This was a distraction, he was just keeping her from alerting her masters! She needed to find an opening to warn The League right now.

So she launched again, but instead of attacking like the man predicted as he moved out of the way, she kept moving forward towards the base. She moved through the path in seemingly random patterns, hoping that it would throw the man off her trail. She had thought she had gotten ahead and lost him, but when she was just meters away she felt arms encircling her waist and moving her high into the treeline. She struggled throwing her fists up, proud when she heard the person holding her grunt as she made contact with what must have been their lower jaw. She used the slight distraction of the pain inflicted to draw her dagger and stabbing it into where she believed the invisible being’s forearm was located. She watched as red bloomed seemingly out of nowhere, the arms around her letting go as the person screamed in pain. Marinette caught herself from fully falling down the tree, catching herself as she swung from the branches.

It didn’t take long for her to make it to the base after that, even shorter for her to find a patrolling assassin once she had made it to the fortress.

“Where are Lady Shiva and Mistress Cheshire?! There are intruders on the island, and we must warn them post haste!”

Marinette commanded, watching for movement in the corner of her eyes. She was pleased when the assassin let her in immediately rather than ignoring her request like many had in the past. She watched the assassin ring the alarm and once that was done she went to search for her current trainers.

She found Lady Shiva first, where she quickly reported everything that she had seen and everything that had happened as soon as she had noticed the mysterious people.

“You did well Marinette. You will receive a just reward for your actions, now wait here until I return for you.”

Marinette wanted to fight back, to say that she should be allowed to fight the intruders with everyone else. But she knew the consequences of questioning or disobeying a direct order, and it wasn’t worth it. Placing her fist to her chest she bowed her head and said,

“Of course my Lady.”

And with that she was left alone in the large study only being able to listen to the fight and imagine herself in it rather than participate in it herself.

It must have been hours as the sun had slowly begun to let a few of its rays shine through the small window on the far left side of the room, but it didn’t matter. She had followed orders, and the base had finally begun to quiet which meant that someone should be retrieving her soon. She could hear the steps before the door opened, but they were unfamiliar to her. Quickly she hid behind the desk, gripping a throwing knife in her fist. The door was pushed open and the person entered, and despite her curiosity, she didn’t dare to move, she barely allowed herself to breathe at this moment. The person began to creep around the corners of the room allowing Marinette to see the reflection of the person through one of the many mirrors at the wall. It was Mistress Cheshire. But something was…off. Not only was the sound (specifically the fact that she was making sound) and pattern of her footfalls different than usual, but there was the fact that if she allowed herself to make noise she would have been either mocking or gloating by now. She only stayed silent when she was stalking, and it was obvious she wasn’t doing that, which meant that this person was an imposter. Which meant that the intruders had breached the base!

Marinette would only have one chance to get this right, one chance to avenge her fallen comrades, one chance to rid of this imposter, and she needed to take it. Through the mirror she continued to watch the imposter, waiting until she was closer, closer, closer, and then the opening came. The imposter was a few feet from the desk and her back was now turned away from her. With silent grace Marientte let herself stand to her full height and silently threw the knife. The intruder suddenly turned, as if they could sense her, but it was too late. The dagger meant to hit the middle of the person’s back was now embedded in their sternum letting out a cry of pain. Marinette watched, expressionless. She watched as Lady Cheshire slowly faded back into the martian that had tried to grab her before. She must have some sort of fast healing ability, which meant she would need to act quickly. She watched as thick drops of red dripped from the wound. The red ran down the knife like a small steam as it dropped from the tip of the hilt to the cold stone floor.

The thought of taking her dagger back, ripping it from the martian, crossed her mind, but the reward of it wasn’t worth the risk. She still had many more weapons located on her person anyways. So on quick feet she fled the room, or at least she attempted to until the large muscular man stepped in front of her path, the look of pure rage written all over her features. Marinette could feel a shudder rip through her spine at the unadulterated malice that showed through him, but Marinette knew better. She just needed to find an opening and escape.

“You.”

The man growled, it almost didn’t sound human. But Marinette wasn’t cowed. The man was far bigger than her, but that meant that she would have an easier time dodging his blows as it would take more effort to train his attacks specifically on her. While he’s in the middle of an attack, or even recovering from one, she should be able to easily slip by. There were many other hiding places she knew of, places so small only she would be able to fit, places so seemingly insignificant they wouldn’t even think of looking there.

“Superboy!”

A voice yelled from down the hall. She needed to act now. :Before she could do anything though, she was suddenly brought to her knees by a seemingly invisible weight with her hands trapped at her sides. She looked behind her to see that the martian girl was already mostly healed, her knife tossed aside with blood still dripping off of it. Marinette tried to fight through the invisible force, but it was useless as the rest of the entire group formed around her.

So this was how she died. Ra’s and Talia would be so disappointed in her. She had tried her best to avoid them, had done everything in her power to escape while still being useful. But it was all for not. She wouldn’t die with her head lowered though, she wouldn’t die with tears running down her face, she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. So as they looked at the other, still somehow communicating with each other with nothing but seemingly their eyes, she kept her head held high. She watched as the man with the bright blue bird slowly bent down to her level, hands raised seemingly in surrender. That threw her off.

“Hey there. You put up quite the fight there. Can you tell me your name?”

Marinette glared at the man, he must be taunting her. There was no way he didn’t already know it when he so desperately wanted her dead. So instead of answering the question she spat at him, almost letting her scowl turn into a smirk as the spit landed against his forehead causing him to frown in annoyance. The man quickly wiped the spit away putting up a too sweet smile.

“That’s alright, you don’t have to answer right now.”

Right now was the cue, he expected her to tell him eventually. That wouldn’t be happening though, she doubted that admitting her name would lead to anything good.

“We’re gonna have to take you with us now.”

Marinette bared her teeth at that, trying once again to fight through the invisible force holding her down. She wasn’t sure if the weight was a mental black, so just in case it was she let some of her worst memories go through her mind. Letting the pain she felt, the sound of echoing cries, the humiliation of those experiences wash through her. Slowly the weight around her began to fade confirming her theory. A few moments later the weight was completely gone, but with that gone the man who was talking to her quickly replaced it, holding her wrists above her head as he let his full weight fall over so that she couldn’t even budge.

“This place is awful.”

The martian said in a horrified whisper as she stared at Marinette, tears in her eyes. It looked like she was looking at her with something akin to pity, and she hated it. The man quickly grabbed onto both of her wrists with only one hand while the other went to a pocket on his belt. Marinette struggled to escape, to find some room that would allow her some sort of advantage, but she was never able to find it. She watched as the man brought out a small syringe and brought it to her neck. She continuously tried to twist away from it, but someone held her head down. Tears of fear filled her eyes no matter how hard she tried to hold them back. She didn’t want to die, she wasn’t ready to die yet! But what she wanted didn’t matter because the needle was stuck into her neck and the substance pushed into her blood. A different type of invisible heaviness filled her, one that she couldn’t fight back with her memories, one that she would not be able to escape from because she was already asleep. ___________

Marinette’s eyes felt crusty and groggy. She must have fallen asleep in the trees again. Her throat was dry, and her head felt a little too slow. She didn’t like that. What she liked even less was the fact that there were other, unfamiliar voices above her. With that she quickly shot up, looking for a weapon on her that wasn’t there. If that didn’t make her feel like she was about to suffocate she didn’t know what would. There were hands on her shoulders trying to push her back down, but she wouldn't let them. Not killing her when they had the chance was their biggest mistake.

“As your older brother I command you to calm down!”

A distinctly male voice harshly commanded her. She wouldn’t have stopped fighting, but the “older brother” part threw her for a loop making her pause for only a moment. Once that moment passed she was back to struggling for her freedom.

“What on Earth are you boys doing?!”

An older, more British voice, spoke loudly as if he were chastising children.

“Now you back away from the young miss right this instant. I know for a fact you boys would not wish to be awoken this way if you woke up somewhere new with people you’ve never met.”

The air around her shifted as the people around her seemingly moved away. Slowly Marinette tried to catch her breath, her eyes clearing from this mist that was created in her blind panic. She was in a medical area as she was laid on a cot surrounded by different types of medical equipment. There were five men in the room with her, setting her on edge. Her skin itched as she desperately wanted a dagger or weapon, anything would do at this point to cease the incessant nakedness she felt despite the fact she was fully clothed.

She studied the men but only recognized one of them, the one who had drugged and kidnapped her.

“You.”

She growled, her voice thickly accented. Usually she would be able to hide her Arabian accent far better, but the drug was still running its course through her system causing her brain to be slower, even with the adrenaline.

He was unmasked now, and was wearing casual clothing that she had seen others wear in her missions. But she could now see his eyes, and instead of them holding some sort of gleeful cruelty, they showed sympathy and…worry? It didn’t make sense…

She looked at the others, the man next to him reminded her of the muscular man she had seen with other man, but it couldn’t be. This man was slightly taller, his hair shorter, face more scared and sharp edged, his eyes were also greener. It reminded her of Ra’s eyes after he bathed in the Pit. That thought made her want to shiver, so she quickly moved on to see a boy that looked like he hadn’t slept in a week. He didn’t appear to be the greatest threat to her at the moment so she moved on. They locked eyes, and Marinette couldn’t really think. He looked, but it couldn’t, but had the same, but surely Talia would have told her, but if he was here with the people Talia warned her about she doubted that she would tell her. Marinette couldn’t take her eyes off of him.

“I am Damian, we took a DNA test while you were asleep. I am your brother. If you do not believe me, here is the proof.”

He said while carefully handing her a small tablet. And there it was, she tried to check for any signs that this was fake, a trick. Was it hacked, was it photoshopped, was it all an illusion. But it wasn’t.

“I’m Marinette.”

“Do you know your last name?”

Damian asked, brow raised as surly she would know her status.

“I was told that I must earn the knowledge of my last name. I have not done that yet.”

Damian nodded as if he understood. Maybe he had to do the same, afterall, Talia had told her that other people lived worse lives than she did, punished worse than she. She wondered what he must have gone through, what these people put him through.

“What did you do to earn your name?”

She whispered, so transfixed on the eyes that looked exactly like Talia’s but had the same shape and features of her own. She was so transfixed that she hadn’t even noticed him coming closer and bending down before her. She blamed the drug for that because was always much more aware of these things.

“I was forced to kill all of the dragon bats, but thankfully one survived.”. He lives with us now.”

He said with sorrowful regret.

“If we truly are related, does that mean that we share the same surname?”

Marinette asked, filled with both hope and suspicion. She noticed from the corner of her eye that another man had entered the room.

“Yes. Your last name in the League would have been al Ghul.”

Marinette gasped in shock, truly she had not been expecting that. She was an al Ghul, she was Ra’s granddaughter, Mistress Talia’s daughter, or maybe mistress Nyssa’s daughter.

“Your last name here is a better one, one I doubt they ever told you about.”

Marinette didn’t understand what he meant. She should only have one last name, shouldn’t she?

“Your last name here is Wayne, and it is a far better name to carry. One that you should be proud to wear as it holds far more worth than al Ghul ever will.”

Marinette glared at him, wishing that she had some sort of weapon to rip out his traitorous tongue, but she didn’t and anything that she could have used in this room as a weapon was removed far away from her reach. They were smarter than she gave them credit for.

“Say that again and I’ll find a way to kill you in the slowest and most painful way I know possible.”

A high pitched whistle sounded behind them, where she looked up to see the tall muscular man smirking.

“She really is your sister. It’s a shame that I’m going to be her favorite brother.”

The man said arrogantly. Damian scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“As if. I am her blood brother, I shall be her favorite.”

Damian declared haughtily.

“Bet.”

The man who kidnapped her declared with a playful smirk on his face.

“I’m the one who rescued her, so I must be her favorite.”

The man who had just walked in sighed heavily. He was the second oldest after the older man watching from the sidelines. She studied him and his features felt familiar, but it was his eyes that caught her off guard. His eyes were the same as her eyes, but how was that possible? Unless…unless this was truly her father.

“Hello sir.”

Marinette said as she bowed her head, addressing the man that might be her father. The man slowly approached her, taking Damian’s place.

“Hello Marinette, it’s good to meet you, though I wish it was under better circumstances.”

He said softly, a small smile on his lips. He looked stiff and awkward, like he didn’t know what he was to do or say. Marinette didn’t shy away though, she made eye contact and didn’t dare look away.

“Why was I brought here? I was told that I would be killed if I was caught by you,”

Someone snickered at that in the background, but she ignored them.

“So why am I still alive, why am I not being treated like a prisoner?”

Marinette demanded. She could tell from all of their body language that they weren’t goin got hurt or attack her. They were unarmed, at ease, if not just a little tense.

“You are no prisoner here. In fact we are here to protect you now. You don’t have to fear any retaliation or purposeful acts of physical malice. I know you don’t believe me now, but everything will be okay.”

Marinette didn't know how to feel. Didn’t know what she was supposed to do now that she was surrounded by all of these people, two of whom claim to be her blood relatives. Marinette didn’t know what was to happen now, but if push came to shove, she would gladly take all of these people out and find a way to return back to the League. She did not fear these people, and despite the fact that she could tell that they didn’t fear her, she hoped that they would soon come to understand why they should.

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